Not often. Not often enough for me to carry a Nixon mask around.
Too much love. Too much protesting. Too much caring... yet too much weed. It’s not for me. Next time I’m seeing them cluster, I’m going to put on a Nixon mask and chase them all away.
It was so...awkward when she called you Liam. I dunno, maybe it was fine for you, but it was just like huh? for me. It felt weird. WEIRD.
Yeah, go away Christmas
Stupid hippies.
Eager to please.
Nobody does. At least the people who admit that they don’t are being honest—they people who say they do are only pretending to.
I only know him through the lores.
Well...if I can't eat it, then it's of no use to me, to be completely frank!
I could go for cheesecake right now. But what I really what is a smurfing massive donut. Crumb donut.
